Prosercuter.

Looking at your shallow pretense
tell me what is my undecided offense
have you set up your unfortunate gavel
Do you expect me to beg and grovel

I have no way to explain
Each and every word makes you label me insane
Take this received judgment
all I'm looking for is some abetment

Not only are you a cold fool of an oppressor
But your a contradicting transgressor
Don't make me repeat these pitiful crimes
This is not the place nor the time
its your fault that were dying inside
but yet you ll run and hide

Unfortunately you have the power to lock us in a jail
but we'll laugh knowing it's your turn to fail
The thing is we can see you crack
hollowed out and becoming an insomniac
always looking over your shoulder
see it really is no fun being fates holder

Someone else will come to take the so called prize
they will take it and begin this so called rise.
and you'll be like us watching his sanity fracture
wishing you were once again part of this manufacture
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